Clint smirked in between kisses. "Well see...double checking, triple checking, if I can manage...Somehow" He presses kisses along her jawline. With his pants removed, Clint wrapped his arms around Bobbi once more and quickly changed their positions, rolling on top of her and giving her the same treatment and had her pajama pants removed just as quick.
"That's better," he said, nodding his approval as he looked down at his wife, now, in nothing but her panties. "Must be laundry day," he teased while stroking his chin, noting that they were just a a tad fancy. "Or maybe you were expecting this," he said thoughtfully, now tapping his chin. At any rate, Clint made quick work of slipping them off as well.
Clint really wanted to savor the moment because he knew it was fleeting and that soon enough they'd be fighting again. He took his time making love to her, making sure it was done thoroughly and properly. And pursuant to her request, double and triple checking to make sure she was wholly satisfied and had no cause to complain. ...Although their neighbors might at the ruckus that was coming from their apartment at that hour.
When they were done, Clint collapsed on the bed next to his wife with a groan. "That has to be some come of record," he panted. "Good? He wanted to know, because in addition to other things, his ego needed to be stroked as well.